As I’m laying in bed with Autumn tonight, she cannot stop fidgeting (shocking). I ask her to stop and go to sleep. She turns away from me to settle into slumber as she says, “I’m just scratching my balls, man!”

Autumn, although she enjoys a nice zombie here and there, is really obsessed with the body, especially the brain, right now. She constantly talks about her skull, her brain, her lungs, her heart, her ribs – figuring out where everything is. “Where’s my penis?” Gotta love that question.